Peace lost no time—he passed out of the premises.
He placed the sack on the shoulders of the gipsy, and bade him follow him.
He boldly walked down the Haymarket, passed the side of the Town Hall, and made for some stables in the vicinity, one of which he rented.
He opened the door of this with his key, and then he and Bandy-legged Bill passed in and locked it from the inside.
There was light enough for their purpose. The sack was deposited in one corner of the stable and covered over with loose straw.
At one time Peace had kept a pony trap. This, however, had been sold soon after his conviction. But our hero upon obtaining his release had again become tenant of the stable, in which at the present time was a goat, some rabbits, guinea pigs, and fowls. A horse and trap he intended to purchase, but the stable was useful for a variety of purposes, the concealment of property being one.
“So far we are safe,” cried Peace, “but we must be off with the booty by early dawn, certainly before the people arrive at the warehouse.”
“What do you call early?” said the gipsy.
“A little after five or from that to six. These things must be far away from the town before any hue and cry is raised.”
“And how is it to be worked?”